She would pull them out just a little then take the palm of her hand and slam them back in. I laid there crying begging her to stop but the more I beg...ged the harder he shoved them in me. this went on for about 15 minutes, I felt like such a slut and she knew it. The final shove was the deepest and hardest. Then she stood up and laughed then left without a word. A few minutes later Brent messaged me. enjoy your fucking? he asked no! im still crying, did you tell her to do that? I told him nope. ."* * * * *Nala grumbled to herself as she walked through the Outsider's Den. Thegaudy lighting, the thumping music, the stench of alcohol, all of it cametogether to create what was easily THE trashiest club in all of PrideCity. A scantily clad server bumped against her, gave a quick "sorry hun"and hurried on her way, drawing a groan from Nala's lips. Why the helldid Scar want to meet her here?Looking over the tables she spotted him at a table nearest the centre-stage. He wasn't hard to spot;. I took the long route next door just to make sure that no one saw me hop Ms. Smiths fence. I tried her patio door, but she locked it. Next I tried her kitchen window at thankfully that was open. Pulling myself through the window I finally got to work. The first thing I had to do was get into her network. That would keep the frame rate high and the stream good.I sat down and wrote a quick script to hack her password. It did not have to be too hard, I doubt that she knew anything about encryption. I some time use to go to there house for some work or may be to read newspaper i was little frank with there elder son who use to call me bhaiya, let me tell you i had no intention till then.It all started one day jab main unke ghar gaya it was summer main jab unke gar gaya to wahan par aunty akeli thi maine newspaper liya aur padhne laga woh apna kam kar rahi thi or beech beech main mujhse baat kar rahi thi, newspaper main kuch khaas nahi tha, main jane laga tabhi wo boli kahan jaa raha hai na.